The Decision

On March 13, as I was driving away from this amazing event in beautiful downtown Temecula, I thought, "I'm tired and I don't want to do this anymore". Of course, I quickly picked up the phone and called my husband (as I was waiting through "another" stop light because the traffic was horrible) and announced to him that I was retiring. When he asked me why, I said, well, I'm taking on too much, my mind is tired and I just can't do it anymore. In his loving and supportive way, he said "Okay, whatever you want to do, but let's think about it first." Patiently I said, well, I will try to stick it out until September 30. That sounded reasonable to both of us and we continued chatting while I waited for the "green light" to get on the freeway and head home. The closer I got to home (38 miles away), the closer my retirement date got. When I pulled in the driveway, it had moved to May 31. Thinking back now, I was just exhausted--mentally and physically. How did this happen? you might ask. Well, I'll tell you...

"I was born a poor black child" as Steve Martin would put it (lol!) into a family of entrepreneurs. My paternal grandfather owned a hotel, a bar and alot of real estate in a small town in Texas...My maternal grandfather was a barber in Los Angeles...My maternal grandmother owned an antique store...My maternal great-grandfather owned a junk yard and would give you a deal, "bein' it's you" of course...My father owned a landscaping business and window cleaning business.

So, as you see, it's not my fault.